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Pithy musings of a woman who had her life figured out -- and now doesn't. |
| Semi-autobiographical thoughts of a newly single, not-so-freshly unemployed prior go-getter. |
| I scheduled a visit with Death. 11AM on November 5. Sent a calendar invite. I showered. Showed up with my hair natural-- freshly curly. I don't know if Death appreciated my efforts. The only proof of meeting was a heavy head in my lap. Ears floppy. Cheeks still. Death never introduced Itself. A friend of 12 years gone. And in his place, a taunting replica, wet with tears. |
| A month ago, I decided to give up booze until I achieve a certain goal. Yesterday, I was at lunch with a friend. Wine would have made it more fun. It's weird to resent the rules you invented. Like, I could lift the ban at any time -- but I'm too stubborn to let me win. |
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